Abrielle
I layed in my bed feeling like I wanted to end it there. Why was I feeling like I wanted to slap Wes? I mean he's cute, honestly he was more than that but I'm not going to admit to it.
I rolled over and pushed my face into my pillow.
"Uuggghhhhhh!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I got up and thought about how I felt like I was spiraling out of control. I searched through all of my dresser drawers trying to find the rubber bands. I need to stop the thoughts that were pushing surpass my conscience. I couldn't find not one. Not one f*cking rubber band!
Then there I stood infront of my bathroom sink looking in the mirror.
Look at you. Who would be fateful to that? Huh? I can't hear you now fat b*ch!
Tears retraced the spots they once were before on my warm face. I will never be beautiful enough. Sexy enough. Smart enough for you? Or you? Or any man of that matter. I opened my cabinet and took out a new shaving razer. I looked at the clean blade and looked at my wrist. The only way to distract my thoughts is to conflict pain on myself. The only way I can be free.
I lowred the blade to my skin and balled my fist and cut my thin flesh. The dark red blood started gushing as I let it cut deeper and deeper.
I threw the blade in the sink and let my blood drain out my body. I was starting to feel light headed so I sat down on the toilet.
I heard my phone going off in my room. I rose like a zombie as the blood dripped on my carpet like a trail.
I grabbed it and I missed 10 calls from Chris. 1 text message.
Unknown: 6305567390
Open the door.
Me:
Who is this?
Unknown: 6305567390
Wes.
I felt the room spin as I stumbled to the door.
"Go away." I managed to say.
"Open the door." Wes voice didn'to budge. I was happy he was here I felt butterflies in my stomach. But I was still angry at him.
"Never." I said lowly.
"Do it or I will break this sh*t down!" He said firmly. My shaky hand unlocked the door and I hid my wrist under my shirt. He walked in and he smelled so good. His dreads handing free long around his firm jaw.
"What do you want?" I said trying to keep focus.
"Chris is worried an-"
"Of course he is. You can leave I don't want to see him." I lied.
"Okay." He said nonchalantly.
"Is that all because you can leave." I said with the door still open.
"Bathroom?" He asked
"Straight ahead to the left." I said slowly sitting on the floor.
He started walking when I saw him staring at the ground in the corner of my eye.
"Abrielle..."
" Hmm." Was all was left of me. Everything was starting to go black.
"Abrielle! Can you hear me?! Listen to my voice I'm going to call 911." There was so much I wanted to say but it never made it out of my mouth.
Wes
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Never Ever
RomanceA story about a young woman in her early twenties who has lost her mother. She's now struggling to pick up the pieces. In the midst of it all she falls in love with the last person she'd expect. But it won't be easy to get him because his significan...
